Lighters

"Now you wonder why he does it,
how he does it,
Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off,
Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this aint some bullshit
People don't usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward,
I just wanna say thanks,
cause your hate, is what gave me the strength"